Loneliness is a hard apple to eat
But there is also beauty in it
The waves of structure
Align with the ships
I ache for more sorrow
Because it is lovely...
My home is your home
As you can see
For houses in the spring
Look so daunting
I love you more than any tomorrow
For we are still old friends...
My heart leaves a desperate sigh
Will you be my next mystery?
For a rose is still a rose
If it still grows,
What satisfaction do we get
From the idle?
As I walk idly by
I see tulips on the roof
I pour apple juice into my cup
And stare at the sun
Will I be blind tomorrow,
Or will I suffer intact?
For the final act is heartbreak.